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Cunning, Baffling, Powerful

A nice woman came to my AA homegroup a while back – let’s say maybe late 50s, thin grey hair parted down the middle. She’d first attended a few months earlier, then suffered a “slip,” and now she was back. During that first meeting, she’d told us about the ending up in a hospital and the horrid embarrassment of asking loved ones to help remove the huge pile of empties outside her house. 

Then she stopped coming. I live in a small town now, so during her “slip” I heard gossip about her escapades at the local tavern — the same stuff I used to do 31 years ago.

Now here she was back at my homegroup and just incensed. The loved ones were secretly checking up on her! The nerve! She’d caught them at it here and also there, lurking in their cars. And that place where she’d detoxed, they were urging her to attend outpatient treatment twice a week. She didn’t need outpatient, any more than she needed checking on. She was done with drinking. She’d learned her lesson.

That was a couple of months ago, and I don’t know what’s become of this person. What I do know is this: she was not sane at that last meeting, claiming she was done with drinking but failing to grasp that drinking was not done with her. Countless vain attempts had proved she could not control her drinking with willpower, yet she believed the very thing that had failed her all her life was now suddenly going to work.

Consensus reality is defined as “the generally agreed-upon version of reality within a community or society.” There’s another term, conditioned reality, meaning a concept of reality arrived at through social and educational conditioning. Objective reality, as many philosophers have pointed out, is entirely unavailable to us. We have only experiential reality, which is by nature subjective. But when enough subjects agree that their subjective experiences coincide, we collectively subscribe to that common view as seeming objective.

There are two points where I break with consensus reality in the U.S.:

  1. the conviction that any person can overcome alcohol addiction the same way they might any other bad habit, and
  2. the notion that ghosts, spirits, angels, and demons do not exist, any more than god itself does.

I’m going to talk mainly about point 1, but also a bit about 2.  My subjective experience contradicts both, and I’ve found communities for both, where enough of us agree to form our own consensual reality.

To buck society’s consensus is a big no-no. These beliefs form the foundation of all social constructs, so nobody wants to look at the idea that the foundation itself is a construct. We punish outliers by labeling them crazy and stupid. I do this, too. For instance, I consider flat-earthers both crazy and stupid, though I myself have never viewed the Earth from space. I nevertheless share firmly in the larger consensus that it’s a globe.

Applying this concept to alcoholism, it makes conventional sense that when someone makes up their mind to NOT do something, as the 50-some visitor to my homegroup had done, they can follow through. These days, lots of online influencers and for-profit organizations are pushing the idea that Alcohol Use Disorder is no different from a tendency to overeat, overshop, hoard, smoke, avoid exercise, or any other bad-for-you habit (in fact, many of these can become addictions also). If you just make up your mind and start a new practice, you can overcome it. 

However, the first 100 AA members, through shared experience, developed a DIFFERENT consensual reality — one that flies in the face of the mainstream consensus. They defined 3 distinct “classes” of drinkers.

 

 

People who refuse to believe a 1939 text can teach them anything do not read the Big Book, so they don’t consider this distinction. In fact, AA is not for moderate drinkers who want to further moderate. It is not for heavy drinkers, either. A heavy drinker may drink their besotted ass off for decades, but once they decide they’re done drinking, they’re done. And, as the 1939 text says, “our hats are off to [them].”

For me, however, and the generations of ancestors on my dad’s side who died young from this thing, there is no willpower strong enough to save us. For me, and maybe for you, as soon as we take even one drink, alcohol becomes our all-out master. As for getting us to take that first drink, the addiction, that rogue part of our brain seeking its goal, is incredibly cunning, baffling, and powerful.

In the case of my ex-boyfriend, dead now from alcoholism, addiction convinced him he could try a beer with tomato juice in it. Another friend thought he could drink vanilla extract. Another went out on kombucha. Another on cough syrup. The list goes on and on. The first drink wakes the sleeping dragon, one way too powerful for our human resources to fight.

AA is for people like that. We know something contrary to consensus reality. We know we have broken brains. 

We also know that asking a higher power for help, opening ourselves to the spirit realm in whatever form we conceive it, can provide the missing power to avoid that first drink. God, source, Gaia, nature, the universe — whatever we want to call it. We ask for support, and we get it. We get it also from our fellows in AA meetings who have had experiences similar to ours.

Which brings me to point 2. I’m coming up on a thousand words here, so I’ll keep this short. But even within this enclave of nonconformists, I am an outlier. Having had a Near-Death Experience that opened me to gobs of paranormal aftereffects that I tried my damndest to dismiss, I know now that we all have spiritual teams. Helping you stay sober, I would say, are your dead loved ones as well as spirit energies in many forms, including angels who’ve hung out with you in various lifetimes and the power nexus of all that is, which I’d call god. 

If that kind of talk falls outside your experience and therefore your beliefs, no problem. But if you’re an alcoholic and point 1 falls outside your beliefs, you’re going to suffer a lot — maybe enough to recast your idea of reality.

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Chapter 3, More About Alcoholism: My FAVORITE

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved quirky facts. About a million Earths could fit inside the Sun. Lots of lizards have a third eye on top of their heads. Female kangaroos can pick the sex of their next offspring. And the brains of alcoholics are broken.

Okay, so maybe that last one is more than quirky.  

The first AA saying to blow my mind came from a skinny, bearded guy at the Olympia Alano Club: “I can’t fix my broken brain with my broken brain!” 

I thought: Whhhoah!  In other words, there’s no way for an alcoholic to THINK their way out of addiction. Our brains will still default — maybe not today, but one day — to “a drink is a fine idea!”

This quirky fact, dear reader, is what the Big Book’s Chapter 3 is all about.

THE CHAPTER STARTS with a recap of Step 1. Nobody wants to be an alcoholic. Everyone wants to believe that NEXT time we’ll manage to control and enjoy our drinking, and many chase that dream “into the gates of insanity or death.” 

Step 1 is about accepting that we can no more become “normal” drinkers than an amputee can regrow limbs. We prove it by the countless ways we try and fail. The list on page 31 covers just a few of our tactics. “…taking a trip, not taking a trip, swearing off forever (with and without a solemn oath), taking more physical exercise, reading inspirational books….”

I myself never swore off, because I couldn’t conceive of a life without drinking. But the first time I read this chapter, I did recognize many of these tactics as ways I’d tried to control my drinking:  drinking only beer and wine, increasing my exercise, reading self-help books.

Here the book suggests taking the “drink and stop abruptly” test, which I have never, ever advised a sponsee to try. We don’t need to!  How many of us EVER enjoyed A drink? Can you even imagine? You’re at a party where you have ONE gin and tonic?  What, are you CRAZY??? Maybe if a gun fight broke out or the building caught fire, I’d consider it.  

The rest of the chapter centers on the stories of three alcoholic guys who thought they could control their drinking using their brains: 1) carpet slippers guy, 2) Jim the car salesman, and 3)Fred the firm partner. Spoiler alert! — alcoholism wins every time.

  • Carpet slippers guy quit drinking for 25 years and then deliberately started again, convinced he’d been cured of alcoholism. At 30, he somehow summoned the wherewithal to stop. But by his 50s, his addiction had the upper hand so invincibly that he drank himself to death in four years. 

This acceleration, I think, is the origin of our saying, “My disease is out in the parking lot doing push ups.” During the years we’re sober, the power of our addiction only INTENSIFIES. I’ve heard people who went out with 10 years’ sobriety use the word “terrifying” to describe the irresistible power of their cravings. 

“This is is baffling feature of alcoholism as we know it — this utter inability to leave it alone no matter how great the necessity or wish.”  Part of our brain resolves with all its might to stop the self-abuse. But the alcoholic part of the brain upstages it.

  • Jim the car salesman is an awesome veteran, husband, dad, and smart business man, but he ends up in the insane asylum from the violent stuff he does while wasted. AA guys talk to him and he totally gets it; he knows he needs recovery. But he’s not into the god thing, so he doesn’t do that part.

So what does the alcoholic part of his brain do? It sells him the notion that a shot of whiskey will be no problem if he mixes it with milk. “I vaguely sensed that I was not being any too smart…”  His good-guy brain is struggling to get through, but the other voice is stronger.  Jim “felt reassured as I was taking the whiskey on a full stomach.”  Back to the insane asylum he went!

“…Parallel with our sound reasoning there inevitably ran some insanely trivial excuse for taking the first drink. Our sound reasoning failed to hold us in check. The insane idea won out.”  The authors compare our behavior to that of a guy who loves jaywalking (p.38) — unable to resist something that keeps nearly killing him.

  • Fred the firm partner’s story is perhaps the most spectacular of the three. His alcoholism didn’t even come up with an excuse. It didn’t say, “You’ve been sober so long, you’ve got this!” or “It’ll be fine if you just mix in milk.” Nope. Fred’s alcoholic brain just tells him “it would be nice ” to have drinks with dinner. His rational brain doesn’t even object and once alcohol has him by the short ones, he’s off on a multi-day bender.  Later, Fred sees that “will power and self-knowledge would not help in those strange mental blank spots.“

So what will help us? That’s what Chapter 4’s about.  It’s a spiritual connection with a higher power.

Mine rescued me about 15 years ago when I was caught up in a full-fledged “mental blank spot.” For a Sunday brunch at my parents’ house, someone in my family had placed a glass of white wine at my  table setting. It was chilled and beaded with condensation – and I had 12 years’ sobriety. I thought, “WHY can’t I have this? WHAT’s the reason? Oh yeah, ‘cause I’m [mocking voice] in AA and I’ll turn into a guzzling maniac! That’s ridiculous. I can do what I WANT!”

Here came a different voice, not quite from me. It asked, “How about if you wait five minutes and see if this is still true?”

That’s all. It seemed humble and simple, not commanding or forbidding. I answered as if accepting a dare: “No problem! I can wait five minutes.”

In less than 30 seconds, the full force of my love for sobriety flooded over me. Never, never would I throw away my beautiful life for a stupid fucking glass of fermented grape juice! Aloud I asked someone to take it away, and in my heart I said, “Oh my god…. thank you!”

That’s grace. And grace alone is more powerful than addiction.

 

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“There is a Solution” – notes on Chpt 2

Who’s qualified to write Cliff Notes on the Big Book?

Absolutely nobody.  Certainly not me.

But here’s the thing.  When I was brand new to AA, I dismissed the Big Book as a dated, sophomoric, somewhat embarrassing artifact of some well-meaning old white guys from the ’30s. Certainly I never imagined  that, with the help of an informed sponsor, this book would come alive to  1) save my life and 2) transform my entire experience of the world.

My sponsor and I would read the book together each time we met, taking turns. She’d ask me certain questions, tell me what to highlight, and suggest annotations.  Unfortunately, not everybody gets access to a sponsor who’s worked with such a sponsor, passing down a lens, so here goes my take for this chapter.

Big book manuscript

What’s typed, too, is the product of many past revisions

The Big Book in general is divinely inspired. It’s the brainchild, not of Bill W., but of the first 100 sober alcoholics, who haggled and argued and revised over and over until they arrived at a manuscript they could all live with.  In that lengthy dialectic of passionate feelings and hard-won compromises, spiritual truths somehow saturated this pioneering text — one that articulates a way of life for millions and yet means precisely the same thing to no two.

There is a Solution.  Bill W. doubtless had in mind a fancier title, but I can just hear Dr. Bob and others insisting, “Let’s keep it simple!”

Today, in an era when detox centers and (money-grubbing) treatment programs abound, we may have a hard time imagining a world with NO SOLUTION ANYWHERE. If you developed an alcoholic/ addictive mind, you were pretty much screwed — on your way to jails, institutions, or death — or, best case scenario, life as a a confused, resentful, self-censuring drunk.

The first paragraphs emphasize universality amid diversity for “thousands” who were “once as hopeless as Bill.” Rescued from the same demise, sober alcoholics can all, “from the steerage to the Captain’s table,” i.e. from the poorest (cargo passengers) to the richest (fat cats who sit with the captain), rejoice over the solution that unites us. In this sense, AA was way ahead of its time; class delineations were far stronger in the U.S. in the 30s.

Next, the authors drop another big bomb that seems common knowledge today: that alcoholism is not just a destructive habit, but an illness. Unlike cancer and other diseases, however, this illness causes us to break out in uncontrollable asshole-ness, fucking up not only our own lives but those of every person who loves or depends on us. The only sane voice that can get through to such a diseased mind is that of a fellow alcoholic, one who isn’t shoulding on the asshole from the safe shore of sanity, but has lived awash in the same insanity.  What that person has to offer — well, that’s what they hope to capture in this book.

They were in wholly new territory.  Think about that.

What’s the difference between a true alcoholic an a heavy drinker?  That’s what they cover next: a heavy drinker may look exactly like an alcoholic — until they really need to stop.  Heavy drinkers have brakes, however reluctant they may be to apply them.  True alcoholics, by contrast, are careening down a mountain road with their brakes shot to hell, having lost “all control of [our] liquor consumption, once [we] start to drink.”

Perhaps the Jekyll and Hyde description of an alcoholic that follows is a bit drastic.  I myself was looking for something more like, “…fools everyone into thinking she’s perfectly fine while hating herself and wanting to die.” Still, I did see glimpses of myself in the “fine fellow” who is “sensible and well balanced” with “special abilities” and yet — repeatedly turns into a shitfaced asshole.

On page 23 they drop another bomb: “The main problem of the alcoholic centers in their** mind rather than their body…The truth is that they have no more idea why they took that first drink than you have.”  Many of us refer to this phenomenon as the “curious mental blank spot.”

“We are unable at certain times to bring into our consciousness with sufficient force the suffering and humiliation of even a week or a month ago… If these thoughts do occur they are hazy and readily supplanted with the old threadbare idea that this time we shall handle ourselves like other people..”


Here was the discovery that bonded Bill W. and Dr. Bob as the 15-minute conversation Dr. Bob had consented to ballooned into a 4-month brainstorm on alcoholism. For the first time in human history, two drunks hashed out the fact that, when the craving struck, they could not remember why they did not want to drink.  They understood, also, that we are totally pucked: We cannot fix our broken brain with our broken brain.

At long last, here’s the solution, which turns out to be good for us but murder on our precious egos:

“Almost none of us liked…”  (sponsors: “Hooray!  You don’t have to like it!!”) …the self searching, leveling of our pride, the confession of shortcomings which the process requires for its successful consummation…. The central fact of our lives today is that our Creator has…commenced to accomplish those things for us which we could never do by ourselves.”

The solution, like it or not, is to seek god’s help as we take an honest look at our self-centered fears, own them, and begin to live on a basis of faith in something greater than ourselves.  We can choose freely to either A) do this or B) go on drinking ourselves to death, “blotting out the consciousness of our intolerable condition as best we [can].”

Along comes the story of Rowland Hazard’s work with Carl Jung.  (Rowland, by the way, is one of the guys who sobered up Ebby T., who in turn carried the message to Bill W.). Jung is quoted in his description of the “spiritual experience” or psychic change needed to revolutionize an alcoholic’s perspective and transform their life. Basically, everything has to change as we give up all the delusions we’ve lived by. Inward faith, not outward religion, is the foundation of sobriety.

The chapter wraps up with a little preview of chapters ahead and a “taste” disclaimer for the personal stories at the back of the book, intended to spark the recognition that bonds one alcoholic to another.  Alcoholism is a disease of loneliness and isolation, but it has one flaw: it’s the same for all of us, so when we break that isolation via the fellowship of AA, we have it by the short ones.

So what’s the solution? God, love, honesty, humility, and community — to be unpacked via the 12 steps.  Simple, but not easy.

Alcoholics Anonymous 1940s video:
Corny, perhaps, but the elusive cure for alcoholism is in the guy’s tiny smile in the final shot.

**Yes, of course, the language and entire mindset of the Big Book is grossly sexist, which is annoying as hell for anyone who doesn’t identify as “he” or think of god as a dude.  But if we want to get well, it seems a small price to pay to forgive their ignorance and change all the pronouns to fit our reality.

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